In case anyone doesnt know how much fun it is to teach teenagers, we did one of those "write a line, fold it over, write the next line" story activities.
The title was " As different as chalk and cheese" and prompts were
" who was the woman"
"who was the man"
"where did they meet"
What did they talk about?
What did he like about her? she about him?
This is how it ended up
" The woman was my teacher of Ukrainian literature. The man was a cheerful, reckless doctor from Canada. They met on the internet. The talked about religion and subcultures.
He liked her manners and her job.
She liked his childish character and talent for making gold from shit"
Who wouldn't fall for that?!
This is as close as I am ever going to get to being a cast member on a Seth Green film.
Viva la poolhouse!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
spell checker and the modern man
Brash, pro-active and liberated from the confines of punctuation... or perhaps reeling from a plastic bag + spray adhesive, Myspace has delivered me another fabulous fan.
"hiiiiii baby yopu are very beatıfulllllll DO YOU BECOME MY FRIEND you very sweety.I WANT TO RECOGNIZE THE LIFE WITH YOU I FOUND WATER IN THE DESERT THINK, HOW MUCH, LOVE,....YOU, RECOGNIZE, HONOUR, BECOME,GIVE ME THIS HONOUR DO YOU WRITE ME .... YOU VERY SEXSİ TAHANK YOU......."
Special attention to the phrases "recognise this life" and " water in the desert think". His words are his gift, and since I forgot your birthday I will pass them on to you.
TAHANK YOU
SEXSI
DESERT THINK
"hiiiiii baby yopu are very beatıfulllllll DO YOU BECOME MY FRIEND you very sweety.I WANT TO RECOGNIZE THE LIFE WITH YOU I FOUND WATER IN THE DESERT THINK, HOW MUCH, LOVE,....YOU, RECOGNIZE, HONOUR, BECOME,GIVE ME THIS HONOUR DO YOU WRITE ME .... YOU VERY SEXSİ TAHANK YOU......."
Special attention to the phrases "recognise this life" and " water in the desert think". His words are his gift, and since I forgot your birthday I will pass them on to you.
TAHANK YOU
SEXSI
DESERT THINK
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
my space
This one is for all the 'haters' who said myspace is really dumb and a waste of time and crawling with wierdos.
It is a letter from Nicky.
"HELLO ITS ME NIKY AM JUST SARECHING BY SO I FIND YOU ACTUALLY I WAS REALY TRYING TO GET SOMEONE THAT CAN LOVE FOR WHO I AM
SO I AHD A FEELING FOR YOU AND I BEILEVE YOUNTHE RIGHTFULL PERSON FOR ME
Bryunhilda.
your;s Niky
truely cares. if you wish to me you can kindly come to my massenger
i will bw epecting you there bye.
and am online now "
She just wants to be who she is, dammit. Even though the profile gives no clue as to what that might be, can't we all love her just the same?
Saturday, May 26, 2007
hand of god
That was the name of a rolled up newspaper we used to hit my friend's vile dog davey on the bum when he bit one of our visitors.
I recently saw it written on a tshirt.
Yet another great thing about summer is that it gives t shirt manufacturers a chance to put a banana skin under the language of international capitalism and reduce English to something either comically off beat or completely irrelevant as a communicative tool.
A young lad on the metro had his back to me, presenting the message "Three cardinal factors are important in pathogenesis of migraine recording"
Bam!
This kind of pre-empts my next creative project. After the phenomenal "legend in my lunchbox" success of both the wacky-doo and wig mirrors ( collaborative projects with Ned) it is time to move into the tshirt industry. Inspired by the big bully bullshit that has been almost killing Maire for the last few months, the speciality will be corporate-speak.
"Dedicated to utilizing functionality" and "synergize visionary deliverables"
Impactful? Results-driven? Definitely next generation.
I recently saw it written on a tshirt.
Yet another great thing about summer is that it gives t shirt manufacturers a chance to put a banana skin under the language of international capitalism and reduce English to something either comically off beat or completely irrelevant as a communicative tool.
A young lad on the metro had his back to me, presenting the message "Three cardinal factors are important in pathogenesis of migraine recording"
Bam!
This kind of pre-empts my next creative project. After the phenomenal "legend in my lunchbox" success of both the wacky-doo and wig mirrors ( collaborative projects with Ned) it is time to move into the tshirt industry. Inspired by the big bully bullshit that has been almost killing Maire for the last few months, the speciality will be corporate-speak.
"Dedicated to utilizing functionality" and "synergize visionary deliverables"
Impactful? Results-driven? Definitely next generation.
Friday, May 25, 2007
grey turns green
Everything about this town has changed. the weather has gone from foul tempered hermit to costa rica showgirl in record time.
girls wear sun frocks. the streets are full and some kind of familiar cultural life seems to emerged.
As the creator of the zero-selling sensation "the wacky doo" i pretty had Kyiv pegged as the blue one. the facial expression that said "oh yeah, okay"
but it seems the city crest is changing.
the dour old dame has become a spritely young spunk and I hear tweety tweety birds again instead of crows.
what the guide book said would happen, has become a truism.
to the sun! to the flowers! to that semi-risky swim in the dniepr!
girls wear sun frocks. the streets are full and some kind of familiar cultural life seems to emerged.
As the creator of the zero-selling sensation "the wacky doo" i pretty had Kyiv pegged as the blue one. the facial expression that said "oh yeah, okay"
but it seems the city crest is changing.
the dour old dame has become a spritely young spunk and I hear tweety tweety birds again instead of crows.
what the guide book said would happen, has become a truism.
to the sun! to the flowers! to that semi-risky swim in the dniepr!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
A short course on how to feel
My friend N recently introduced me to a hot topic at the moment in Japan:"hado"- which is about vibration patterns, in nature and in words, and particularly the effect words can have on vibrational patterns and manifestation, tested on water.
Talks of good vibes usually come from people who I get bad vibes from, but hado was also attracting interest from the scientific community, who in general are also vibe- allergic.
Dr Emoto encouraged people to do the hado test: putting two identical jars of water (or jars of cooked rice) on a bench for some time. To one you repeatedly scold with "You fool!" and the other a kindly "thankyou".
Fool water/rice aparently goes foul, thankyou water/rice goes nice, and the shape of water molecules was affected by the way it was spoken to.
This all of course was presented in a less direct way in Tarkovsky's Solaris , and his comment about behaving in a correct way toward all aspects of the universe at all times.
Which brings me to the next, and only ever discussion point: Ukraine.
A couple of weekends ago my friend B invited me to his home-town, or home village which lies on the river Ros, to be experienced with the instructions "just feel". I don't know if residents of Rokytna are much into hado, but a trip to the village always allows a different experience of how being alive feels.
One overriding sense when you visit someone else's family is usually a kind of social discomfort that blocks receptors accessing deeper experience of the good stuff. But if you concentrate, it can be put aside.
And so I felt those things that are not classes as emotions in themselves, but carry in their own molecular structure feelings that are clear in definition, if not in words, all somehow akin to when you are going through the shed and you put on your grandpa's coat.
Here are a few of them:
- a train stuffed with grandma's, leather driving caps, brass bands and gardening glove vendors.
-Each hand filled with something to eat ( "Chew! Chew! So they know you are enjoying it")
- a change in the air when a cautious dog begins to trust you
-Sunday afternoon when the sun makes you squint
-The dialog of a family gathering.
-Time as a slow deep breath
-the sight of Johnny hashing over the scents and space and forest runs in dreams that lasted the whole trip home
Hado is vibration. It is invisible, but if we tune into it we can feel it.
"We must pay respect to water, and feel love and gratitude, and receive vibrations with a positive attitude. Then, water changes, you change, and I change. Because both you and I are water" ~ Dr. Masaru Emoto
Talks of good vibes usually come from people who I get bad vibes from, but hado was also attracting interest from the scientific community, who in general are also vibe- allergic.
Dr Emoto encouraged people to do the hado test: putting two identical jars of water (or jars of cooked rice) on a bench for some time. To one you repeatedly scold with "You fool!" and the other a kindly "thankyou".
Fool water/rice aparently goes foul, thankyou water/rice goes nice, and the shape of water molecules was affected by the way it was spoken to.
This all of course was presented in a less direct way in Tarkovsky's Solaris , and his comment about behaving in a correct way toward all aspects of the universe at all times.
Which brings me to the next, and only ever discussion point: Ukraine.
A couple of weekends ago my friend B invited me to his home-town, or home village which lies on the river Ros, to be experienced with the instructions "just feel". I don't know if residents of Rokytna are much into hado, but a trip to the village always allows a different experience of how being alive feels.
One overriding sense when you visit someone else's family is usually a kind of social discomfort that blocks receptors accessing deeper experience of the good stuff. But if you concentrate, it can be put aside.
And so I felt those things that are not classes as emotions in themselves, but carry in their own molecular structure feelings that are clear in definition, if not in words, all somehow akin to when you are going through the shed and you put on your grandpa's coat.
Here are a few of them:
- a train stuffed with grandma's, leather driving caps, brass bands and gardening glove vendors.
-Each hand filled with something to eat ( "Chew! Chew! So they know you are enjoying it")
- a change in the air when a cautious dog begins to trust you
-Sunday afternoon when the sun makes you squint
-The dialog of a family gathering.
-Time as a slow deep breath
-the sight of Johnny hashing over the scents and space and forest runs in dreams that lasted the whole trip home
Hado is vibration. It is invisible, but if we tune into it we can feel it.
"We must pay respect to water, and feel love and gratitude, and receive vibrations with a positive attitude. Then, water changes, you change, and I change. Because both you and I are water" ~ Dr. Masaru Emoto
Thursday, March 8, 2007
international womens day
i don't think i ever said "i wonder what it would feel like to be in a city where one day every single woman there received flowers except me" but in case i accidentally thought it, well, now i bloody know.
to cover my sense of rejection from society i am gonna turn up my nose and say i liked the melbourne uni womens day better: chicks all went to the pub, drank some beer and some lezzo a capella band sang a couple of songs.
nostalgia for an evening that involved lezzo a capella....
now that is a tough call.
to cover my sense of rejection from society i am gonna turn up my nose and say i liked the melbourne uni womens day better: chicks all went to the pub, drank some beer and some lezzo a capella band sang a couple of songs.
nostalgia for an evening that involved lezzo a capella....
now that is a tough call.
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